Curves 2

Chapter 19

Isaiah 

"Are you sure you're okay?" I asked Mo for like the hundredth time. I just heard about Jamel breaking in and destroying her house yesterday. I was livid because I was sure he was convicted.

"Yes Zay," she said. "Everything he destroyed could be easily replaced. I'm still shaken up but I'm okay really."

"I just feel so bad," I sighed. "If I didn't just leave and stayed at your place like I said I would this wouldn't have happened."

"Don't say that. I'm glad you left because Jamel is imbalanced as hell. Who knows what he would've done to you if you were here. Besides, you needed to get away yourself. Even if it was just for a day. I'd rather lose possessions than you."

"I love you Mo," I sighed. "Thanks."

"I love you too big head. You wanna come see the house? It's so beautiful," she sounded excited. "It's literally the house I wanted."

"Are you going to stay there for now on?"

"I'm thinking about it. The guys and I were discussing it not too long ago. They're going to have a rent to own agreement. I'll only be paying like five hundred every month."

"How come?"

"Because I plan to invest in my house before I put it up for sale. It's going to be hard considering Jamel ruined it. But I'm sure I can still sell it later and they'll take whatever I get from that as the payout."

"Wow. They sound pretty cool." I was a bit jealous that she seemed so close to these guys after only a few days. I know it's no one's fault but my own our relationship isn't where I want it to be but I can't help but feel a little sour about her new found brothership. 

"They are. You need to come over tonight to meet them. I'm hosting dinner in my almost home."

"Hosting huh?"

"Yes. Cooking? No. That's Zy's job."

"Bet. I'm coming."

"The fuck you tryna say?" She fumed. "You like his cooking more than mines? He don't even like you."

"Damn sis. I was joking," I chuckled. "I'll see. I got to head home. Can't keep running."

"You need backup?"

"Didn't the guys put you on house arrest until they found Jamel?"

"That doesn't answer my question. I'll sneak out to give you some back up."

"Says who?" I heard Zy in the background. "On the phone talking mad shit but hiding in the closet cause you know I wasn't with that shit."

"Shut up!" Mo and Zy started arguing and I was laughing. 

"I'm pulling up to the house now. I'll talk to you later." I knew she wasn't paying attention so I didn't wait for her to respond. I sat outside of my house and sighed. I remember a time where home was where all I wanted to be. I found peace here. But now, I feel nothing but dread and emptiness. 

I took a long drive last night and just sat on the beach with my phone off. There were a lot of things I had to think over. My relationship with Zoe is getting worse by the day. It's to the point where all we do is argue. I've been trying, really trying to make things better for us. I wanted our family and the good times again. But now, I don't think it'll happen. My heart was heavy but I knew this was the only way. The love we had, it's gone. It doesn't make sense to have us trapped in this life if all we're going to be doing is arguing and fighting. And as much as I want to be a father, a kid would only make things worse. We'd be doing more harm to our kid if they had made it.